It’s all about the bum cheeks

I took the saddle from the old/winter/commuting bike and stuck  it on the new baby. As it happens I think it still needs a little adjustment so might have another quickie ride midweek. The white saddle on the all black number doesn’t look so good but the quality of the ride is more important than the looks.

check out the unshaven legs

Today’s ride out was meant to be just a spin to check out the saddle. It turned out to be a lung bursting, thigh burning, wound tugging ten mile blast.


New Bike

Got myself a new bicycle for the trip but none of these


Tested this one in LEIPZIG

These German bikes strangely have only got brakes at front, which you don’t use apparently. To brake you pedal backwards

I tried to cycle as slow as Helen but despite my reputation, I didn’t manage to.


Tested this classic on the roads around Lake Garda

Alps 2016

It was early days and the first real trip for both of us. A little Island of the west coast of Scotland so close to home – Arran was our Alps. Both of us were lacking in fitness and were both carrying a little more weight than we are now so the big hills on this Island felt like mountains.

To be honest Aldo was carrying a bit more extra weight than I was and was a good bit less fit. I’m not calling him a fat bastard but he really struggled to climb out of every town. I’m not calling myself an evil bastard but every time I would wait for him at a point near the top of the hill, rest, wait for him to catch up again and carry on my way giving him no respite

These days Aldo is fitter and stronger than I am, he waits for me on hills and doesn’t fuck off when I catch him.

This years trip to the French Alps was all Aldo’s choosing, we agreed this. But I can’t help thinking he just wants his own back.